What is wrong with that…
She seemed so quiet
So inspired by the night…
Her moon was lonesome
Her star was bright…
Large waves are suddenly flat…
What is wrong with that…?
The warm wind slaps her face…
There were no more tears to chase…
Silence was too loud…
Alone…she couldn’t bare the croud..
She leaned to hold the cat…
What is wrong with that…?
Unanswered …unquestioned…unidentified
Could be nothing…could be lame…
Could be nobody to blame…
It takes real fire to enlighten the flame…
And one tear drop…to turn down the claim
The whole is incomplete…
Her heart is missing a beat…
She let go of the cat…
There is nothing wrong with that…
ME-14/9/2008
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